Saturday, October 14:
Fidi slightly unwell. Lessons for the children. R. writes to Herr v. Radowitz, asking him for his opinion about what should be done. I give the children lessons; in the afternoon a walk.
This spot here is becoming increasingly dear to me: the paths between two walls with overhanging trees, the ravines and rocks, the olive trees, all has become so familiar to me, and I hear nothing upsetting here. Only R.'s worries can hardly be banished, even for a few moments, and so the horizon is clouded.